He had another of what appears to have been asthma attacks, but this time, he didn’t recover. We gave him two puffs of an inhaler in a bag, then held him.

Yuri and Lola consider lucet braiding

He had bad spasms as he struggled to breath, even managing to clamp his teeth on Gryphon’s finger in the worst rat bite Gryphon’s ever had. Finally, he simply failed, giving up his last breath in my hands.

Snug as a bug in a rug with Lola

He was a sweet, soft, ruffly boy, who always waffled between his desire for attention and company, and his strong need to be alone in a hut, hammock, or box. In the end, as he always wound up doing, he did come to us in his time of need, wanting the comfort of his people at last.